Faces Across America
To cross the continent on foot is a transcendental experience. There is no other way to fully grasp the sheer size or stunning scope of the land. There is infinite time during those eight million steps to really see the country and really think about what you see. The immensity of the deserts, countless mountains (so many mountains that you never imagined), the secret jewels of unique landscapes, cornfields as big as counties, lava flats that stretch to the horizon, stunning sunrises and sunsets, shimmering heat waves and spectacular night skies – memories of a journey like that are forever etched in your mind.
The memories that stand out the most are the faces – the faces of America.
Just outside Pompey, New York, I stopped to wait on a tractor to cross the highway. Inside the air-conditioned cab, a strapping young farmer rested large powerful hands on the steering wheel as he scanned the highway, looking for an opening. A young boy, age 8 or 9, stood
